BROCK'S FIRST COCK
A Story by kreme_filled
Brock was sweating so hard he thought he might drown in it. He pulled his shirt up to his drenched face and attempted to wipe what sweat he could from it only to find that it was already drenched from the last time he tried to wipe his face five minutes ago.
I know it sounds like the geekiest thing ever, but drumline camp is a sweaty fucking nightmare. They give you a gym credit for playing for a reason.
Brock, a freshman in college, was new to it all and was not at all prepared for the amount of sweaty man stink he would experience at camp. Brock hadn't told anyone yet, but he was starting to think he might be bi? And the sight of bunches of guys either soaked in their own sweat or going without shirts altogether was enough to make him stir in his pants.
This whole messy homoerotic phase began last year when he suddenly began to notice the now mature bodies in the locker room. One boy in particular, Cameron, repeatedly caught Brock's eye. No one was ever fully naked in the locker room, just changing from their class clothes to their athletic shorts and cut-off shirts. Cameron however had two very distracting assets that Brock couldn't help but admire.
First was the trail of sandy brown hair running from just above his navel down into the waist of his boxer briefs, which contained the second asset which was the largest bulge Brock had ever witnessed.
There was a moment when Brock thought for sure Cameron had stuffed a pair of socks in his gym shorts but this theory was quickly snuffed by the appearance of a very distinct outline of the clearly cut head of his dick.
Brock's flat stomach was bordering on muscled, but didn't contain anything like the hair Cameron was sporting and as for his own dick, he was packing a proud seven inches last he measured and thought he passed for kind of thick... not that he really had much to compare it to besides pornstars. And Cameron.
Speaking of, Cameron had just slipped his sweaty shirt over his buzzed head and set down his snare near the bench to gulp down some water. He twisted at the waist, stretching his lean muscles still clearly defined even under his happy trail. His giant cock head swung around loose in his shorts.
Brock gasped under his breath and immediately felt his own dick begin to stiffen in his shorts. He hurried over to the bench on the opposite side of the football field and sat down, drinking his Powerade and taking deep breaths to settle his horny dick.
Brock's best friend, Kat, was suddenly next to him on the bench, a strained look on her face.
"My mom texted me and said my dad fell? I guess he's in the hospital..."
"Oh shit," Brock whispered, his eyes getting wide, his boner immediately gone.
"I gotta get to the hospital. Do you think Cameron would give me a ride?"
Brock stuttered. "I, uh—I dunno!" Cameron was one of the only members of the small drumline to have a car. Everyone else was picked up or lived close enough to the field that they could just walk back. "I'm sure if you told him how serious it was, he'd be all for it."
"Brock, would you come with me?" Kat asked, her voice small.
Brock hesitated. He really didn't want to sit in a car and inevitably get hard in Cameron's presence and then go straight to a hospital waiting room where he couldn't jerk off in peace. But Kat sounded so vulnerable, it hurt.
"Yeah, of course I will." Brock sighed and hugged her.
Kat held on for a moment. When she let go, she turned toward the opposite side of the field and called Cameron's name.
He hustled over, his dick bouncing in his shorts the whole way there. Brock almost drooled at his weighty package. He had to be going commando. Brock swallowed.
"Kat, whats up?" Cameron immediately knew something was wrong by the look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"My dad's in the hospital, do you think you could give me a ride?" Kat said in one breath.
Cameron didn't hesitate. "Of course, let's go." He grabbed his keys out of the gym bag he was carrying and started walking quickly toward the parking lot. Kat and Brock followed.
Once in the car, which was small and old, but smelled like the most delicious cologne, Cameron instinctively turned on his music then immediately reread the situation and turned it down extremely low.
"Kat, is there anything we can do?" Cameron asked.
Brock was impressed. He didn't realize Cameron was the empathetic type.
"No, seriously guys, you hearing me out and the ride are enough... You all should just go home after you drop me off. I really don't want to have to sit there in the waiting room and not know what to say to you, honestly..."
Now Brock was impressed with her vulnerability. Cameron looked as if he felt similarly. The car grew quiet until they reached the hospital and Kat hopped out of the passenger side door with a "thanks", leaving it open as she rushed to hospital doors so Brock could leave the backseat and join Cameron up front...
Cameron kept the car in park. Both he and Brock sighed.
"Hey man, do you wanna take a cruise? I need to kinda chill out after that. Kat's mood was so heavy."
Brock didn't really know what to say but heard himself saying, "Yeah, me too, absolutely."
Brock couldn't help but glance over as Cameron turned up the music, backed up his seat and spread his legs which were dusted in the same hair from his happy trail, all the way up to where his thighs disappeared inside his black shorts. Cameron put the car in drive and they left the hospital parking lot.
Brock and Cameron had never really hung out before. They were in all the same music activities at school and were both in percussion so they saw a lot of each other, but never really took the time to talk much.
Cameron's taste in music was Top 40, which wasn't exactly Brock's genre but he honestly wasn't really taking in the music. He was instead casually taking in Cameron's still shirtless body under his seat belt, his slightly muscled arms taut and bulging slightly as his hands gripped the wheel.
It was getting dark by now and they had been taking the normal cruise lap of the other hometown teenagers repeatedly for about an hour, so they decided to pull into the back parking lot of a local park. They talked about how sad they were for Kat and her dad and hoped he would be okay at first, but it began to just feel depressing, so then they changed the topic to other things.
Their favorite artists, their mutual hatred for country music, their favorite pieces they'd played. Then about how neither of them started off in percussion when they took lessons in middle school. Then middle school and how much it sucked in general.
They were chuckling over an old teacher they had and used to love making fun of when Cameron sighed loudly, then made an attempt to catch his breath and change his tone to serious.
"But really though, I can't even imagine how bad middle school must have been for you being..."
Brock froze, his mouth slightly agape. Cameron didn't finish the sentence. Brock cleared his throat. "Being what?"
Cameron got caught on his words for a second then said. "I mean, I know you weren't out then but I know you got teased for it a lot..."
Oh my god. He thought Brock was gay. Like openly. Like Cameron thought everyone knew. People have been saying he was gay. Since middle school apparently.
